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Cold Window

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At mid-day the angry sun growls

Like a wild animal his food snatched

The humid oily sweat is dried soon

Whirring buzzing sometimes grunting

Like an unwilling boar the machine runs

It is old has seen two thousand suns

Cannot think of selling it off  or exchange

For those quiet five-star rated ones

 Old boar is enough to cool my old bones